Berlen language was not a mandatory foreign language, but an elective, so few students were taking advanced courses. Therefore, students from various grades and majors gathered to take it together.
Ren, who had lived in the papal state as a child and been acquainted with ambassadors from various countries, was interested in relatively unusual languages. But it was a rare thing for a freshman to take such a course.
“What class are you here for, senior?”
“Berlen language 3.”
Not expecting to take the same course, Neris twisted her eyebrows, not knowing if Ren was joking or telling the truth.
But Ren, who had said so, seemed happy. If it was a joke, he would have just laughed, so it must have been true.
No one had ever been happy to find out that they were taking the same course with her. They were all busy complaining that they were unlucky.
Neris walked stiffly, feeling a strange sensation. Ren casually walked beside her and asked.
“You took the freshman exams, right? How were the results?”
“As good as they could be.”
“You seem to have done quite well. That’s why you would take a foreign language elective.”
“Why are you taking Berlen language, senior? Theology students don’t usually choose this subject.”
“What don’t you know?”
Ren blinked his round eyes. Neris did not answer.
Clevel 4 room, as they got closer to the classroom where they would take the lessons, and Neris didn’t reply, Ren grumbled.
“My greatuncle is in Berlen. So I know a little bit, and I want to learn properly. It’s good to know well if I go to visit sometimes.”
If it was the former pope and Ren’s greatuncle, he was the person who had held hands with Pope Omnitus 3rd in Neris’s previous life and then died after covering everything up when the pope’s corruption was revealed.
But there was no great injustice. He was a cheap villain even in death. It was an event that Neris herself had stumbled upon when trying to pull Omnitus 3rd to the Elandria family’s side, so she remembered well what kind of character Ren’s greatuncle had.
In any sense, he would not help Ren. It would be a relief if he did not kill him immediately as an opportunity to deal with the last survivor of the Fayel family. But to think of relying on him.
Neris sighed inwardly. It was none of her business what happened to Ren, but she didn’t want to do Omnitus 3rd any favors.
“Are you close to your greatuncle?”
“Not really.”
“I thought so.”
“Are you picking a fight?”
Ren’s pretty face became fierce.
Neris stared at his face with sharp eyes. About to lose his temper, he unconsciously shut his mouth, then was taken aback by his own action. It was embarrassing to feel shaken by the gaze of a child alone.
“If your greatuncle had cared, your situation wouldn’t be like this now. I don’t know much about the situation when your brother, Tarkitus 6th, returned to God’s arms, but I know that it must not have been without chaos. If he were a friend of mine, he would have sent you to a safe place long ago.”
Midway through, Ren’s face had turned pale, ready to snap at the intrusion.
Neris’s point was correct. If he had even a bit of concern for his nephew, or even just out of common sense, aware of public criticism, his uncle should have defended Ren more clearly than now.
But the reason for leaving his nephew alone like now must have been his desire to flatter Omnitus III.
Ren never thought he would be welcomed by his uncle just because he was going to Verlen. He was simply young, weary, and wanted to believe that somewhere there was a last place for him to rely on.
Ren fell silent, lost in thought, and in the meantime, Neris entered the classroom as if nothing had happened.
About eighteen students were in the classroom, all of whom looked like upperclassmen except for one, a peer of Neris’s.
A few upperclassmen were conversing pleasantly with Megara. She was natural like the youngest daughter among a family that adored her.
With her carefree affection, unlined smile, and the fact that she was already taking the same class as the upperclassmen despite her young age, she had already left a good impression on her classmates. She turned to look at the newly arrived Neris and smiled like an angel.
“Neris, are you taking this class too? I didn’t know.”
Of course not. Neris knew that Megara was not yet skilled enough to take this class.
At first, other freshmen were supposed to be taking a mandatory foreign language class. They had to choose one of the two most commonly used languages on the continent, excluding the imperial language: Common Runedian or Diamish.
Neris was able to enter the advanced class as a freshman not only because she scored perfect marks on both of the mandatory foreign language exams but also because she wrote a letter in Verlenian at the end of the exam saying, ‘I want to take the advanced class and will take an additional test if necessary.’
And she was the only one who scored perfect marks on both mandatory foreign language exams in this math ability assessment.
It was obvious. She was forced into the advanced class using the power of the Duke of Lycander. To prove that she was no less than Neris.
“Meggy, a friend?”
One of the upperclassmen, sensing the stiff atmosphere between the two children, asked Megara.
Neris recognized him as a distant relative of the Lycander family, a member of the Enim family. Also, one of Megara’s lifelong followers from her previous life.
“A fellow freshman, big brother. Neris is smart, so everyone memorized her name.”
From the expression Megara showed when she said “smart,” everyone in the classroom understood what she meant.
That Neris was arrogant and overly assertive.
With the classroom already somewhat buzzing, Ren raised an eyebrow, but there was no change in Neris’s expression. She spoke softly to Megara.
“Thank you for saying that, Megara. I was worried about how I would attend the class alone as a freshman, but I feel relieved that you’re here. But isn’t it time for mandatory foreign language?”
Megara’s expression soured slightly.
“Mrs. Hoffman said I don’t need to listen.”
“You don’t need to, like you,” seemed to be added to her ears.
It was a challenge. Neris showed a genuinely delighted smile.
You can force your way into a higherlevel class than your level. But the lessons at Noble Academy were not that easy.
Just as they didn’t teach what the student already knew, they also had a system to send down students who couldn’t keep up with the class.
“Really? I’m looking forward to it. I’ll count on you, Megara. Um, I’d like to sit with you, but…….”
“I’ve already promised to sit with Mahuradi big brother.”
Judging by Mahuradi Enim’s expression, that seemed to be a lie, but Neris just smiled.
Megara herself thought she had answered calmly, but on her face, which cut off Neris’s words even before they finished, was a defensive expression that had clearly arisen to an uncomfortable degree.
Neris spoke generously. She hadn’t really thought about sitting together anyway.
“Indeed, since I’ve already promised, there’s nothing I can do.”
Language lessons usually involve two people sitting together as partners. Megara, who thought Neris would sit alone, scowled unnoticed by others when Ren Feiyi naturally took the seat next to Neris.
Hmph, the ones who are shunned get along well.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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